Almost twenty two years ago, a small boy stood outside, holding a torch his uncle had made from pine tar and cloth. Surrounded by his parents, grandparents and cousins they watched the opening ceremonies of the 1992 Summer Olympic Games in Barcelona on a small black and white television. Today that boy has been to the Olympics as an athlete. He wasn’t the first, and he won’t be the last, he didn’t win any medals but his life has been changed forever.
Thank you to all of you who have helped me along this journey.
Farewell dear reader.